From
his birthday one Festivus many years ago until he was “voted off the island”
on national television, Arthur Jordan lived
the life few pseudonyms dare to. Opera singer, Green Beret, Disney animator,
Space Shuttle pilot – just a few of the many jobs Arthur
Jordan’s done (and done well) throughout his career. He jammed with
Jimi at Woodstock. He helped Oprah become a household name. He shared cocktails
with Elizabeth Hurley and peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches with Elian Gonzalez. He debugged the Y2K bug using only an ancient
LCD Texas Instruments calculator and a Commodore 64. His personal
phonebook reads like a Who’s Who of International
Celebrity.
When he was a young man, he used to wrestle alligators. With one hand tied behind his back. In Alberta. During a hailstorm. In February. Simply to work up an appetite before breakfast! Soon afterwards, he saved the Queen’s life in a bizarre assassination attempt and found himself employed simultaneously by the FBI, CIA, KGB, and the souvenir shop at the foot of the Empire State Building. By his own humble accounts, he’s done more in one long weekend than most people do in a lifetime – and lived to avoid telling about it.
While few photos of Arthur Jordan exist, the words “ruggedly handsome,” “drop-dead gorgeous,” “stunningly virile,” and “never to be confused with Drew Carey” are frequently bandied about as clichés to describe the man. Some people call him an Urban Spaceman, and some people call him the Gangster of Love. We know him as the Pseudonym Who Could Do No Wrong.
Those of us who've had our work posted on The Fragadelic Doom Page are truly honored to have Arthur Jordan working with us on the project.
